Fractured Light, Burning Skin
The concrete tasted of rain and regret. Like the city itself – a
Echoes of Amber Light
The dust still smelled faintly of rain and forgotten things, a scent
Echoes in the Mist
The rain hadn't truly fallen, not yet. But the air
The Echo in the Mist
The rain hadn’t entirely ceased, clinging to the cobblestones like a
Echoes in the Rain
The rain tasted of regret and forgotten promises. It clung to my
Echoes in Stone
The dust tasted like regret and forgotten prayers.
It clung to the
Concrete Bloom
The rain tasted like regret. I’d been collecting it all evening,
City Glow, Silent Echoes
The rain had ceased, leaving a sheen on the skyscrapers that mirrored
Emerald Echoes
The mist, a velvet curtain spun from gray,
clung to the water,
Echoes in the Mist
The rain always seemed to follow me, a persistent grey curtain drawn
Golden Hour Echoes
The light fell like honey, thick and slow, through the slats of
The Weight of Sunlight
The dust motes danced in the shaft of light, a slow, golden
